The Journey Begins

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I am the type of person who needs to learn as much as possible about a topic that I am interested in. When I find a subject that interests me I latch onto it like a dog with a bone, tenaciously devouring every scrap of information that I can sink my teeth into. I have always been this way. In Primary One I was the class expert on dinosaurs, pirates in Primary Two and no one knew more than I did about sharks by Primary Three.

Throughout the years there have been many topics that have attracted my attention, from the Aztecs to the Zulus and everything in between. The unifying factor is, of course, history – all things fall under the delightfully colourful umbrella that is history. The beauty of studying history is that it is the all-encompassing discipline.

Herodotus may be widely regarded as the Father of History but history itself stretches as far back as time itself: all the way back to the Big Bang! Only at the quantum scale of physics, where time itself appears to break down, does history hold no relevance – but I will leave this for smarter people who understand such complex matters to explain it.

I have been fortunate in both my parents and the place that I was born. I was born and have lived my entire life in Scotland, a country famed for its (in)glorious history – the land of Robert Bruce, William Wallace, Robert Burns, James Clerk Maxwell, Walter Scott, Alexander Fleming, Adam Smith and Ewan McGregor. Scots have provided many wonderful gifts to the world, including: the pneumatic tyre; the steam engine; the telephone; radar; Encyclopædia Britannica; Sherlock Holmes; modern economics; Dolly the Sheep; golf; penicillin; insulin; the Bank of France; the Bank of England; the television; the refrigerator; the flushing toilet; colour photography; Irn Bru; the Grand Theft Auto games series and of course, Ewan McGregor – You’re welcome world! This list is only the tip of the iceberg too.

My parents have always encouraged my obsessions (and they were obsessions). With such a rich culture right on the doorstep my parents would take me across the country, visiting museums, castles, battlefields, stately homes and other visitor attractions. Mum, in particular, shares my love and fascination of Scottish history and I credit much of my nascent studies in the field of Scottish medieval history to her nurturing influence.

So, the question is why do I want to start a history blog in the first place? Firstly, I guess I want to share my interest in the human story with anyone who is willing to read and, dare I say, learn about it. Secondly, the blog provides me with a reason and an end goal to do the research that I enjoy so much. Thirdly, I do it, simply, for the Love of History!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton